Thank you for that kind and thoughtful gesture, Melanie. The routine is the worst…constantly looking for her where she used to be, going to feed her etc. I feel very sad indeed, so I very much appreciate this beautiful poem. Thank you xoxox

This is a lovely piece. My pets have always been my sibling or my children. I can still feel the death of my first daughter – her ashes are in a special place, with a lock of her hair. I cannot think of her without tearing up – i am right now. My current daughter is approaching 9 – at the end of the year and I am starting to see the effects of a tripod with arthritic hind legs. I love her – my boys and I love her so much and have made many sacrifices to keep her – but how could we not? she is our little girl and we love her.